Continuously forcibly exercising the power of the heart, even the immortal cultivators who have opened the second trick do not dare to try it easily, one can imagine what a big price Qing Liuyu has paid.

The already somewhat damaged Qi Sea struck another heavy blow, and even began to overflow continuously, and his body instantly retracted between swellings, and his face turned from red to pale.

"Wow"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, stained on the chest of the white robe he was wearing, like a little peach blossom, not yet eye-catching, watered by the rain, opened to a piece in the blink of an eye, and the crimson was dazzling.

Fortunately, Qing Liuyu's talent is strong enough to hold on.

Looking at the ink blade trembling violently, "Zheng" let out a long roar, and violently broke away from the giant sword array and disappeared again.

At the same time, the light and shadow of the sword soul in the center of the sword array were brought out, and as soon as it appeared, before it had time to react, it collapsed and turned into a powerful force, scattering and roaring.

It seems invisible, but it has caused a terrible effect, and the heavy rain in this place has been cut into several sections.

I don't know if it's the impact of the sword soul explosion, or if I can't stand the power of the ink blade to break free, the other spirit swords still maintain the appearance of the sword array, and the huge sword body scatters with a "bang" in the next second, and the light fades.

It was re-transformed into a spirit sword with a lower handle, and fell to the ground horizontally and vertically, and several of them were even broken on the spot, and they no longer lived up to the power of the spirit sword.

At the same time, the disciples of the Baichuan Sea who were connected to them were also unprepared, as if they were struck by lightning.

"Wow, wow" is the same as Qing Liuyu, spurting blood.

What's even worse is that it was very difficult for them to even stand, each vomiting blood and flying upside down, their spirits were sluggish, and they had already suffered extremely serious internal injuries.

Caught off guard, these people didn't expect that it was not the Red Fire Golden Lion who killed them, but the most flattering Senior Brother Liuyu.

Qing Liuyu is indeed decisive and ruthless enough, and he can completely ignore the life and death of his peers, and strike a blow to overturn the audience.

The reality is so cruel, they are all disciples of Baichuan Hai, and the treatment is very different, even if they are dissatisfied with Qing Liuyu, they don't dare to show it, let alone complain.

Even the dissatisfaction on his face had to be hidden, which was completely different from the attitude towards Liuyun just now.

There was no questioning, no one spoke out to express their opinions, only the grievance of breaking teeth and swallowing in the stomach.

Well deserved!

Others swallowed their anger, it doesn't mean that everyone will be like this, Liuyun in the distance is the first to show an expression of disgust, but he is not a victim, and these injured brothers are willing, he can only mourn in silence for these poor people who have lost their dignity.

In this world of cultivating immortals, the weak is not terrible, the most important thing to lose is the wind and bones, once lost, it may not even be comparable to the most inferior people, pinning hope on others, living under the sympathy of others, and finally getting must be despair after pity.

Whether it's a genius or a mediocre talent, maintain your own characteristics and persevere in your efforts, there will always be a shining point to win respect, not like now, dying, and not getting any sympathy.

Qing Liuyu didn't even give them an apologetic look, and the vicious gaze in his eyes was firmly fixed on the figure that the golden lion was about to disappear.

At this time, the safety of the same family, the joy of the little junior sister, and even whether it will have an impact on cultivation in the future, were all left behind by him, and he only thought about killing the golden lion cub who played with him under the sword.

Maybe at this time, it's not just a matter of face, for Qing Liuyu, it has hurt the nerve of his pride and self-esteem.

The ink blade did not disappoint him, disappeared for a moment, and when it reappeared, it had already flashed behind the golden lion, hovering but not immediately slashing.

The main reason is that the environment at the scene is very unclear, and he doesn't dare to make a move easily, after all, there is only one chance.

The body of the golden lion has slowly disappeared from sight, and he can only faintly see a semi-circular big butt and a big red tail standing in mid-air, like a swaying tree, swaying left and right, flickering and blurring, stimulating the annoyance in his heart.

The more he looked at it, the more angry he became, and the golden lion seemed to deliberately not run away quickly, twisting his ass and laughing at him.

"Damn it, little cub damn it!"

Qing Liuyu looked up to the sky and drank it, another mouthful of old blood spurted out, his face was pale and completely turned iron-blue, and his teeth rattled.

Unable to care about the damage of the sea of qi anymore, the sea of qi and the heart were linked, the door was wide open, and all the remaining spiritual power and mental power were decisively mobilized, and they were fused together, condensed into essence, and made a gesture of slashing palms without reservation.

With all his strength, the person could no longer stand, and with a crisp sound of "rattling" in his body, he fell on his back.

As if sensing the bad situation of his master, the ink blade roared loudly, his own power was stimulated, and the dark sword body instantly expanded several times.

With a "bang", it turned into a black shadow, blackening every falling raindrop, and enveloping the red fire golden lion that was fleeing in front of him, and fixed it on the spot.

"Senior Brother Liuyu!"

"Be careful!"

Liuyun in the field exclaimed for the first time, and rushed forward step by step, although he had a lot of dissatisfaction with Qing Liuyu, he still couldn't stand idly by.

No matter how he acts, he is worthy of asking himself.

It's a pity that with his strength, trying to catch Qing Liuyu before he falls to the ground is tantamount to a fool's dream.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, he was alarmed by the senior brothers who were closing their eyes and pranayama, and they panicked, and hurriedly got up, preparing to catch Qing Liuyu, how can he remember what he hurt himself just now?

Maybe it's generosity, maybe it's not daring, maybe it's flattery, but under this hurry, the chaotic spiritual power in the body is less suppressed, and it becomes more impatient.

The injuries were aggravated by the internal injuries, and no one could stand up, and they fell again.

It's kind of digging your own grave.

The scene became more and more chaotic for a while, and the next moment, the arrogant Qing Liuyu would be embarrassed like an ordinary disciple, and he would no longer have the demeanor of a white-clothed folding fan.

"Whoosh"

A green figure swept through like a wind, bringing up a tornado-like waterline.

It was Lin Rou'er's little sister who was discovered earlier than Liuyun and did not participate in the war like him.

Raising his eyes again, Qing Liuyu had been supported by Qianying, and he was placed on the ground smoothly, saving his last face before he fell unconscious.

The green bamboo spirit sword turned into a shield, guarding the left and right, blocking the wind and rain, isolating the two from the Ice and Fire Island, and at the same time isolating the Yin Tu that came out of the ground, giving Qing Liuyu the greatest protection.

Seeing this, Liuyun stopped, shook his head secretly, it was a bit too much, and he just wanted to turn around and return to his original position again.

"Click"

Another flash of lightning bolts, more intense than the previous ones, lit up half of the sky, and Liuyun looked up at the sky with some surprise.

At the same time, a shout that seemed to come from the sky came suddenly.

From far to near, far as the edge of the sky, close to the ear.

"Drink... Don't make a killing, cut off the cause and effect!"

Explosion of thunder in the ears,

Thunder into the heart.

This sound entered his ears, and it was cold to his heart, although it was not as good as the unknown black shadow just now, but it also made Liuyun shudder.

But this ethereal, deep voice did not end for the others, and even just began.

It is obviously more terrible than thunder, transmitting the soul, entering the sea of qi, and entering the heart, like a thunderous roar, and even the pouring rain has blown away a lot.

It seems to come with the rain, on this island of ice and fire with residual warmth, it is like falling into nine secluded places, and hell is cold.

Who the hell is it?

Everyone only had time to have such a thought, and the body was immediately uncontrollable, and a cold that was completely different from the cold of the body hit, and they didn't know anything.

The body was unharmed, but the sea of qi was like a dead silence, the mind and soul were frozen, and the consciousness gradually blurred, maintaining the original posture, motionless.

There was a sudden blow here, and the black shadow that the distant ink blade turned into also dissipated in an instant in the struggle, showing its original form, with a "ding" sound, it fell to the ground, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The golden lion, who was originally trapped, suddenly felt the pressure disappear, shook his body, looked around suspiciously, but no longer ran away, and even turned around and slowly paced back.

The golden retriever on the whole body no longer has its brilliance, it has become plain, wet and sticking to the body, like a big dog all the time, without majesty, staring curiously in one direction.

What's going on? What happened?

Liuyun was speechless and looked around, but he didn't dare to move, his eyes were full of horror.

What happened so suddenly, so weirdly?

Why are you okay?

"Who are you?"

After waiting quietly for a long time, and there was no abnormality, Liuyun maintained a posture of looking up and shouted loudly.

Unfortunately, there was no response, only the sound of rain falling was quiet between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, Liuyun's eyes condensed, his face was anxious, and he cursed in his heart, as if he had thought of something.

How is the little sister?

Hurriedly lowered his head and looked at the field, and automatically skimmed over the fellow disciples who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and looked at the green bamboo shield behind them.

Alas, the little junior sister didn't hide either!

At this time, it can be clearly felt that Lin Rou'er's condition is not very good, but she should be much stronger than others, at least standing in the shield.

No, how did the shroud turn transparent and look like it could break at any moment?

The whole field seems to have become the center of the whirlpool, crumbling.

In fact, Lin Rou'er still had a chance to dodge, after all, her strength was not damaged, and she still had a top-grade spirit sword body, but there was a fallen Qing Liuyu by her side, she couldn't care about it, she could only resist with all her strength, and with the help of the protection of the top-grade spirit sword Qingzhu, she barely resisted.

You must know that Qingzhu is a high-grade spirit sword, and its nature is defense-oriented, and it uses the sword domain to form its own sword world, and under the full urging, even the ink blade whose nature is to kill cannot be easily pierced.

But now it seems that the situation is very bad, Lin Rou'er doesn't even have time to open her eyes to look at the situation around her, all her strength is completely integrated into the spirit sword, and she can only maintain the current situation.

She could feel that the power outside the shield was still flowing, and as long as she relaxed a little, the coldness would invade her body, and the end would not be much better than that of the fallen senior brothers.

With the consumption of the spiritual power of the Qi Sea, the spiritual vein operated faster than usual, and suddenly there was a change on the side of the main vein, and under a black shadow, a rare translucent blue spiritual vein faintly lit up, exuding vitality, making the speed of the spiritual energy faster.

Rao is like this, and he can't make ends meet, and his spiritual power disappears in an instant like a whale sucking, but fortunately, he still supports it, and he is born and lost, and it is endless.

At this time, Lin Rou'er focused all her energy on fighting each other, her phoenix eyes were closed, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and even the streamer brocade feather coat became wet.

Fortunately, people are fine!

Liuyun breathed a sigh of relief, and the deep feeling of distress in her heart gradually rose, and she wished that she could replace her.

Damn, damn!

Liuyun wanted to scold a few times, but he didn't know who to scold, so he looked around viciously, but unfortunately he couldn't find anything about his cultivation.

The nameless fire in his heart had nowhere to vent, raised his slap, and slapped himself three big mouths.